Sweater

Whenever I see a white sweater,
I remember.

The memories of those days
still come back to me so vividly.

Faint and tender,
like the warmth of a sweater,
were those fleeting days with you.

I thought I had left them behind
somewhere in the passing of time.

And yet,
that warmth has never faded.

It still remains,
deep within my heart.